In truth, Hendrix had never intended for Marshall to die. Even the doctors had said—the real cause of death was that he had lost all will to live.When someone gave up on life themselves, no amount of medical intervention could bring them back. But to claim Hendrix bore no responsibility wouldn't be entirely true, either.Dylan had always stayed close to the Swift family with ulterior motives, so even without Hendrix's involvement, it was only a matter of time before their assets were completely devoured by Dylan.But the fact remained that Hendrix had indeed helped speed things along. He was the force that hastened the Swift family losing everything.Hendrix was well aware of this. So, when faced with Noelle's question, he didn't know what to say.When his silence stretched on, Noelle finally turned to him with a puzzled look."Are you blaming me now?" Hendrix asked quietly.Before she could answer, he grasped her hand. "I admit I sped things up, but do you really think they'd
"So, I think he's probably partnered with another fund by now." Noelle wasn't sure if she was right since it was just a guess.After all, Dylan might have fallen from grace in the country, but the assets he took with him were substantial. That fortune alone could provide him a comfortable life abroad. So, it wasn't impossible for him to simply vanish.However, Noelle didn't believe Dylan would give up that easily. A person who would stop at nothing to climb to the top wasn't someone who would simply settle for a quiet and stable life. Thus, it was more likely that Dylan would bide his time for revenge to ideally strip Hendrix of everything.But after Noelle finished speaking, Hendrix went quiet. His prolonged silence made Noelle frown. "Did I say something wrong?""No, I just didn't expect you to think this way."Noelle studied him with knitted brows."So, you don't blame me at all?" Hendrix asked."Why should I blame you?"Hendrix didn't answer. But their current location and
Noelle parked the car and looked up at the name of the complex in front of her—Lumos Complex.The complex was located on the outskirts of Coppersville. It wasn't large, but the surrounding transportation was very convenient, and there were also supermarkets and hospitals nearby.As Noelle entered the complex, she noticed several elderly residents exercising and playing chess downstairs. The scene was very lively, but she didn't stop. Because she knew that the person she was looking for wouldn't be among them.Before coming, Hendrix had already shown her the layout of the complex, so she was able to find the unit number quickly. The large door was tightly shut, and the entrance was kept very neat—with shoes placed in an orderly manner, and the umbrellas were neatly stored.Seeing this, Noelle immediately knew she had found the right place. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door."You can just leave it at the door," a reply came from inside almost immediatel
"You should be well aware of Hendrix's personality. We do somewhat owe the Swift family, but now, they're either dead or insane. As for you, he'll have even less hesitation," said Noelle.Leah was momentarily stunned.It seemed Noelle hadn't really expected to gain anything today, either. So, she didn't say anything more to Leah and simply turned to leave.Watching her walk away, Leah suddenly called out, "Wait!"At the sound of her voice, Noelle stopped in her tracks. Then, she turned around.Leah was frowning at her. She was still clearly hesitating, her brows tightly furrowed.Noelle wasn't in a rush. She just stood there quietly, waiting for her to speak.Finally, Leah asked, "If I tell you, will you really let me go?"Noelle looked her in the eyes for a moment, then replied, "If you want to return to your old life, that's no longer possible. But I can promise you that no one will disturb the peace you have now."…Two days later, Noelle and Hendrix boarded a plane to Nova
It was nighttime in Nuvark.This was one of the most prosperous cities in all of Novaterra—perhaps even the world. Here, as long as one held capital, nearly any action seemed justified. There were no limits, and no one was to stand in the way.This was the city of freedom.Amid the deafening music, Amy Brown was dancing in a bikini, her movements bold and sultry. Her slender waist looked as though it might snap with the slightest touch. As she twisted her body, she kept glancing at the man beside her.He was dressed in a white shirt, the buttons and the collar and cuffs left undone. A glass of champagne rested lazily in his hand as he watched her with narrowed eyes.Amy was all too familiar with that predatory look. But she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. After all, she came here to be prey.This was a party for senior partners of Fuer Fund, and gaining entry here demanded an exceptionally high threshold. Only the elite were deemed worthy of being chosen.It was her first time
Erwin narrowed his eyes and looked at Hendrix again."Bring her in," he said to the server.He was the type who enjoyed stirring the pot just to watch the chaos unfold.Based on what he knew about Hendrix, he had even started a betting pool—wagering on how long it would take for Hendrix to crack the moment he faced Noelle.Unfortunately, most of the people involved had never seen how Hendrix behaved around Noelle, so they all assumed he would do absolutely nothing."I bet ten dollars.""I bet 20 dollars."More and more people joined the wager.Erwin agreed while calling them fools who didn't understand Hendrix at all. The others laughed at him, convinced that Hendrix wasn't the type to act so irrationally.So, under everyone's watchful eyes, the server brought Noelle inside.She wore a simple dress. Compared to the women flaunting bikinis around the pool, she wasn't eye-catching at all. But maybe it was precisely because of this contrast that she ended up drawing everyone's at
Noelle hadn't gone far. When Erwin came downstairs, she was standing at the entrance of the hotel, lost in thought.This wasn't Coppersville. Even in a place this well-lit, as a woman, she was still in danger. Moreover, she had obvious traits that made her an easy target—an innocent face, small frame, and delicate appearance.Hendrix had brought Noelle to Nuvark before. But at that time, he treated her like a fragile porcelain doll. Wherever she went, he followed closely, as if terrified that the slightest accident might befall her.But tonight…Erwin felt the situation was a bit too complicated. This, he thought, was more complicated than having to analyze hundreds of data sets at work.However, he didn't say much. As a host, he simply walked over to Noelle and told her he would have someone send her back to the hotel.Upon hearing his voice, Noelle slowly turned her head to look at him. When their eyes met, Erwin immediately frowned."Thank you," Noelle said softly, her eyes ev
Erwin was even beginning to wonder if Hendrix had actually lost his mind.But Hendrix just looked at him and countered, "Weren't you always the one telling me to live this way? Now that I'm finally enjoying it, why are you calling me crazy?"Erwin had no comeback for that.Hendrix glanced at him, then suddenly slung an arm around Erwin's shoulders and pointed at a woman up ahead. "Check her out. What do you think?"…Noelle spent three days alone in the hotel. During those three days, Hendrix never came back.She ate alone and sat alone in a hotel lobby, staring blankly into space. In the end, she decided to book an early flight home.Just as she lowered her head to check flights on her phone, someone suddenly sat down across from her.It was still bright outside. The hotel lobby lights were on, and a hanging lamp above them cast the man's shadows long across the floor.Noelle kept her head down. But the moment the man sat down, it was as if she could sense something. Her hand
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc
Dylan still remembered the victory party at the villa a few days ago. At that time, George had pushed him in front of everyone. He had enjoyed all the praise and recognition while sipping glass after glass of champagne.He knew that no matter how much doubt and skepticism there had been about him in the past, it all vanished that night. That was also why George had thrown him a victory party at the very first stage.After all, only by telling everyone about his achievements would they believe in him and entrust him with their funds. But they probably didn't expect the final result to be like this.Actually, when Fuer Fund continued to add to their position after reaching the peak, George had already warned Dylan that there might be some issues. But the market was unpredictable—a moment's decision or a few seconds of hesitation could lead to failure.Thus, Dylan didn't wait. He thought Hendrix was also gambling. So, he disregarded the risk and pushed all the funds in. He wanted Hend
Noelle's expression changed at that moment. It took her a while to find her voice to ask, "Is that what really happened?""Hendrix definitely hasn't told you all these, right?" Dylan smirked. "It's because he's too afraid to mention them. So, tell me. How could someone like him possibly deserve a happy life? "Don't worry. I'll make sure to take him down this time. Once I get your passport, you can go whenever you want."When he finished speaking, there was sincerity and seriousness in his eyes as he looked at Noelle. He really hoped she would stay. Of course, he wanted victory. But if he could have her by his side when he achieved it, that would be even better.Although once he reached the top, anyone could stay by his side. But the person he wanted most was Noelle."Thank you," Noelle said in the end.That wasn't the answer Dylan was most satisfied with. But he knew he couldn't afford to rush things just yet. For now, it was enough that Noelle was on his side."Alright, go to